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Dec. 22nd, 2007 | 01:31 am

I don't see how people tend to deify actors - they're still human, just like everybody else, they've just got the skills and balls to perform in front of hundreds of people. Not to be disrespectful (at all), but I don't see why that suddenly makes them objects, as opposed to actual people. When I went and saw WWRY with some friends, they were all to shy to ask for autographs, photos, etc - I had to do it. In my mind, they're still people, albeit more well-known; makes no sense to me to ask for their name on a piece of paper or a photo with them; I can find photos anywhere, and I know what I look like.
    All seems rather silly; I'm interested in meeting them for their stories. Buskers and the homeless do have the most amazing stories, I've found, as well as the elderly. I've been trying to talk to as many people as I can, just to hear what they have to say, about it all - their life, the world - everything.

Update: Read this.  Long but lovely. http://stephenfry.com/blog/?p=19

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Me - Unclaimed Opportunities

Aug. 26th, 2007 | 12:42 pm

My life is a ring of opportunities left disregarded.  As far back as I can remember, there have been ways and paths I could very easily have taken, paths that would make me more who I wish I were, that I have pushed aside for no real reason.  When I first moved into my last house, there was a drum set in one of the rooms, and nothing to stop me from seriously learning to play, yet I did not.  Later, I did piano lessons, but dropped those because I felt like it.  Later, when choosing an instrument to play in school (as is mandatory), I went with the one my friends were all doing as opposed to the instrument I truly wanted to do, and I didn't make the effort to switch, though nothing was stopping me.

I want to become a better (3d) modeler.  I want to finish learning to juggle.  I want to improve my graphical design skills, so that I can use it to create revenue.  I want to finish the job I already have, in this manner.  I still have a deep interest in learning to play the said instruments. 

There are many things I wish to do in the very near future and the only thing to stop me is myself.

And I'm doing a pretty damned good job of it.

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Scholarship 02.

May. 15th, 2007 | 12:23 am

I will not say what scholarship this is.  You might apply there and then I'd have more competition.
Here is another entry 'essay.'

Tell us your story. Who are you and who do you want to become?

This question is probably one of the most difficult essay questions I’ve seen in a very long time.  Who am I?  I am a student.  I am a brother.  I am a boyfriend.  I am a son.  I am a gamer, a geek, a nerd, a hard worker, a poor student and I spend far too much time on my computer than I should.  I am an employee, working 20+ hours a week while attending school.  I am a 3d modeler/animator, when I have the time, though I certainly ought to be putting more hours into this – it seems a good path to take.  The people say I am good at it.  I am insecure.  I am apathetic.  I am financially unstable and I worry too much about what may be.  (I blame programming – too many ‘IF..THEN’ loops; they seep into my life.)  I am Time Magazine’s 2006 Person of the Year, but you are too.  I am just one among thousands of applicants for this scholarship, though I want to become a winner of it.  I want to become a better student so that I can get more of these scholarships in order to pay for my education – these seem to be the only way I can possibly attend school.  I am a member of an in-debt family and I want my family to become a stable one.  I am not good at writing essays, and I wish to become a better essay writer.  I have been using technology all of my life, and I want technology to continue playing such a role in my life.  I am a student of broad expanses, aspiring to futile hopes of polymathy.  I am a hopeless case, suffering from delusions of grandeur.  I am an entrant who will not win.  I am a cynic, a writer, a friend, a lover, a thinker, an intellectual, a philosophizer and a hopeless romantic.  My grade six yearbook lists my ‘Future Aspiration’ as ‘Video Game Designer’ – I suppose this is what I am to become.  I am too stubborn, too proud to ask for help, yet here I am.  Help me achieve this goal, I ask of you.  Thank you.

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May. 1st, 2007 | 11:36 pm

I don't think I will win.  Yeah, I did actually submit this.  Don't care anymore.

"What are your major accomplishments, and why do you consider them accomplishments?"

Now, I'm personally not that sure if anybody (other than myself, and even then I'm not sure if -I- do) would consider it an accomplishment, but since the turn of the year, I have been managing to work two jobs (as a ************ at '********' and as an employee at the local **************), as well as attended school every day, maintaining above average grades. The part of this I believe to be the accomplishment is that I have been able to focus on both my work-related responsibilities (meetings, shifts nearly every day), my school-related activities (homework, studying, projects, etc) as well as my involvement in our school's computer support group, which services and provides aid to any teachers or school staff with computer problems, as well as performing regular updates and fixes (that is, software and hardware) to the computers all around the school.

Truthfully, I feel that I have absolutely no chance to win this, for odds are you will gain many entries of the "I'm a ninety-average student and spend -ALL- my time helping others!" type, as are want to gravitate to these kinds of things, as if said students don't have a chance with the hundreds of other community service-based scholarships out there, thus reducing the chance of anybody else out there to get even a cent of financial aid to naught. Maybe that's my accomplishment, that I haven't just given up on these things all together. Oh well. Hopefully this has given -some- entertainment; I'm not going to win this, and what I said - You know it's true.

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A Plastical Solution

Apr. 26th, 2007 | 07:47 am

It's absolutely ridiculous that all these big companies are throwing all their stock and trust and funding into these big-name computing companies; that's not what we need right now - there's no point in advancing the field of computing just yet - even though the room for profit is immense. See, if these companies were smart, they'd instead be funding companies that are looking into new plastics, or funding research for more efficient ways to recycle and deal with the waste we already have. If any company out there were to develop a new plastic (or something along the same lines) that was as cheap and affordable (no, that's not redundant) as our 'current' plastic is, but was also completely biodegradable and actually NOT bad for the environment, that company would easily make billions from the production and sale of this 'plastic' would instantly skyrocket their income much faster than building yet another more-powerful-but-useless processor would, as well as boost the world's 'green' economy. Along with this idea is the thought that new methods of recycling, both e-waste (computers, cellphones and the like) and the general paper/plastic/can waste would also excel the company to global standings while also benefiting the world in a major way. Again, hybrid cars aren't going to save the world if, after two years of use, people throw them into a junkyard somewhere and buy another one, thus adding to the total amount of crap our planet has to (but can not) support.

Read. http://www.computerworld.com/action/article.do?command=viewArticleBasic&articleId=9017281

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One's Own Stand

Dec. 6th, 2006 | 07:40 pm

    Am I the only one here who thinks it odd that with so much violence going on in the world these days, it is not until such an action occurs in our own 'precious' country that we decide to care about violence?  Against women, no less.  Not only do we 'care' about it, we dedicate a day to it, and we wear white ribbons that truly don't signify much of anything at all. 
    Every single day, people die.  Rich people, poor people, smart people, dumb people; people of both genders, people of all ages, people of all races.  All people die - it's a fact of the world, and nothing you can do will help to stop it any.  So why is it that only when a very small group of people sharing one of the above traits is killed that we make such a fuss of things?  Why is there no day signifying nonviolence against children? men? the elderly?  It's nonsense.
    Another part of this is the whole ribbon-wearing thing - yeah, I can put a twisted piece of polyester on my shirt.  So what?  It does nothing.  It proves nothing.  It -means- nothing.  If you want to make a difference, then take a personal stand against violence in general - none of this selective crap.  This is easy; simply don't commit acts of violence towards anyone.  Or, if you see such an act taking place, then attempt to stop it.  -This- is how you make a difference, not by wearing a stupid ribbon on your shirt.
    I mean, I'm not telling you that your opinion on the matter is incorrect (though I do believe it to be,); I'm simply trying to display an alternative view to you.  Is it not better to promote nonviolence towards all, regardless of who they are?  I think so.
    So, then; take a stand against violence - do the right thing.  Wear a white ribbon, if it makes you feel better.  But I, I will not.

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So Foul A Day...

Dec. 5th, 2006 | 02:28 pm

    You know, it truly bothers me. A lot. Be it exploring the depths of our downtown core or scouring through middle-class suburbia, you can't help but to notice that everywhere you look, trash is strewn about. I mean, what is it with people in large cities? Is it that they are far too lazy to just pocket their garbage until they find a proper receptacle? Is it that they believe somebody else should clean up for them? Or maybe, just maybe, it's that they just don't care. 
    Personally, I believe that while there may be other reasons, these three are definitely the most culpable. Firstly, by now it is a well-established fact that people tend to be lazy. I mean, all you need to do is look around at the incredible number of completely redundant objects that are being mass-produced, whose only raison d'etre is saving five minutes of work. That should be example enough. Now, in order to counter this seemingly instinctive laziness, the city has placed numerous garbage (and recycling) receptacles at nigh-on every main intersection in Toronto, some having more than one. Yet, some people still can't seem to wait until they pass one of these to offload their crap. Ridiculous. 
    As previously mentioned, that's not the only problem here; people expect somebody else to come along and clean up after them. This has always been the case, though; the popular mindset is that there will always be somebody present to do whatever you ask, if you pay enough. This sort of mentality is the cause of the problem. People get so accustomed to being waited on, hand and foot, that they forget that just because they aren't doing a task, it does -not- mean that somebody else isn't doing it for them. The problem here is that people don't consider the fact that nobody else wants to clean up somebody else's filth. Once people realize this, then maybe we will start seeing people dealing with their own junk, rather than tossing it aside, fouling up our city, and otherwise creating unwanted work for somebody else.

    Then again, maybe not.

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Oct. 16th, 2006 | 07:38 pm

Lets say you wear glasses.  Now, that'd be alright, but then what if you put on another pair of glasses, on top of the first pair?  This is something you must never do.  See, then you'd be wearing a whole bunch of glasses.  Consider: a pitcher (of liquid) is consisted of a whole bunch of glasses, right?  And if a picture is worth a thousand words, then you've really got to watch out!  See, then you'd have a thousand words on your face, and you might get ink stains around your eyes.

The moral of this story is to never wear more than one pair of glasses, else you'll get ink on your face.

(If you don't understand, the main key here is the pun on the sound of 'picture' and 'pitcher.'  The entire thing is a bit random, but I'm in a random mood.  This surfaced in my mind a few weeks ago, writing it now.)

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Verbal Accentuation

Oct. 15th, 2006 | 11:02 pm

    It occured to me, while getting a ride home from a friend's father during which the radio was dialed to a station targeted towards age group: Deceased that accents are tricky things.  I live in Toronto, Canada.  (That sentence is aimed at the people who don't know this, though I really don't think anybody other than the five people I've given the URL for this to actually read this thing.)  Anyways, folks, back to accents.  Now, living in Toronto is, I suppose, a pretty damn-near unique thing.  See, apparently 41% of Toronto's population have immigrated here, making it one of the most multicultural cities in the world, if not the most.  This means that during one's travels, one truly does tend to hear a whole assortment of languages in a vast array of accents.  
    So.  Back to relevance.  Now, I'm from Toronto - born and raised - I consider myself to not have an accent of any sort.  Of course, some people would find this untrue, but I stand by what I say.  Keeping the previous in mind, I'd say that I am capable of hearing other North American English (as first language) accents and discerning where they're from.  Two examples of this are Texan and East-coast Canadian.  See, you may not understand just what the fuck I'm getting at, but I'll get there eventually.  I'm basically saying that I have lived here all my life, and I can use my apparent lack of an accent to compare other accents from North-American English speakers - I can tell the difference between accents.  
    I suppose, if you ask somebody from...  England, for example, whether or not they can tell the difference between English accents, based on location, the person will undoubtedly say that they are able to discern the difference - because the person has lived with their accent all their life, and can compare it with others and has therefore learned to place different accents with their respected source.
    Now, what I was pondering, is whether or not somebody from England (to keep with my above example) - regardless of exactly what accent they have - is able to come to a city like Toronto, or anywhere in North America, and can tell specific differences between native North-American-English accents.  Contrarily, would somebody from here be able to go anywhere in England and be able to hear the subtle differences in the accents?  Obviously such a person - from either place - would likely not be able to place the accent, but would they be able to hear the minute differences in the way people are speaking?
    Of course, this is all just pure English.  You can think of the same situation in any other languages, the same question still arises.  Of course, when you put in another language, and then try to think what they assume your accent to be like, which accent would they choose?  Would people from completely non-English-speaking countries assume all Americans to have a Texan accent?  Canadians to be oot-and-aboot all the time, up to no trouble, eh?  (That last one seems to be what all Americans think of Canadians, but I'm not going to get into specific stereotyping here...)
    If you think about it, as I'm sure you really wouldn't ever without my suggesting it, or still may not do, there are some words or phrases that can only be pulled off by a certain accent without ridicule.  Either that, or you'd have to say the term quite oft for people to get used to you saying it.  Examples include 'yall' (The typical 'American' accent), 'sod off/bloody/daft' ('English' accent [Yeah, a typing 'English' accent, not specializing it any.], and such things.)  You know what I mean.

    Yeah.  So, all of this came into my mind during the thiry-second stretch of Finch between Willowdale and Bayview, before passing out of mind.  Accents.  Seems odd.

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Minimal Transitions

Sep. 20th, 2006 | 08:22 pm

As I was telling two good friends of mine the other day, teachers really need to put themselves into the minds of the students now and then. I mean, think about it. Year after year, teachers have to teach a plethora of students the same old shit, semester after semester - they get used to it, they don't really need to 'think' all that much. It's nature to them: Grade 10 is simple, Grade 11 is harder, but not too hard, and then Grade 12 is exponentially more difficult with a larger workload. Now, to us, this isn't really fair. Most students I know in G12 refer to G11 as 'Last semester', for that truly is what it seems like to them - it was just a semester ago... the summer seems like a simple break or something, no big deal. Sure, it was two months long, but that fades in a student's mind, and quickly. To the students, it is just as if they have come back after March Break (or some other such break in the school year) only to find that the teachers and administration expect a shitload more from them, and so they heap on a ton of more work and more difficult assignments - just because the students are now being called 'Grade 12'. The transition from G10 to G11 is so minimal, it is barely noticeable - a few new classes, a few new teachers with a slightly increased workload. The difference here is that there is no transition from G11 to G12, the students are just dropped right into the middle of it and expected to go with the flow. Come on, educators, give us -some- additional thought.

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